Log 1

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Who: Everyone (General Log)
What: Make yourself at home.
Where: A new town
When: The first day

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[foundafamily]

[He stops walking to stare at Czes.]

What? No way! We're friends, aren't we?

[cursedtolive]

[He looks kind of sheepish. Why did he even ask? Of course Firo would say that.]

... Right! Right, of course, huh? Yeah, we're friends!

[foundafamily]

[Firo's somewhat concerned that Czes even had to ask, but he smiles at the kid. How can he not, when Czes is finally agreeing that they're friends?]

Good! And don't you ever forget it.

[Not that he'd let him.]

[cursedtolive]

[He keeps up the smile, swinging his arms.]

Well, I do have a good memory so I'll do my best not to.

[foundafamily]

Good.

And you'll make other friends too, you know. There are some really good people here.

[cursedtolive]

Oh, I know some people around here from when I had to go to school and everything! They're not bad at all.

[foundafamily]

Really?

[Maybe adjusting will be easier for Czes than Firo thought.]

Got any good friends? We can find 'em after we get a look around.

[cursedtolive]

Um, a few? We're not that close. But we saw each other sometimes and talked. It'll be fine, I'm sure we'll run into each other anyway!

[foundafamily]

[Firo beams; that's still better than nothing.]

Yeah, probably! And you can invite 'em over our place anytime you want.

[cursedtolive]

... Thanks. And, well, you can too if you find anyone here.

[foundafamily]

[He smiles.]

Thanks. I've already got a few people who I've been meanin' to introduce to you.

[After a moment of thought:]

We should have a party with all of 'em sometime.

[Partying is the last thing he feels like right now, but it'd be a nice way to get their friends together.]

[cursedtolive]

[A party sounds loud and crazy and Czes isn't feeling up to it any more than he thinks Firo is.]

I don't know about a party, but if you want to invite them for dinner I think I'll be fine with it. Can you cook, though? Because I can't make dinners.

[foundafamily]

Dinner sounds great.

Sure I can. Don't expect anything really fancy, but I can make somethin' good.

[cursedtolive]

Great! Of course, I'll help too, since we'll be living together again.

[foundafamily]

Yeah, you'd better.

[He nudges Czes playfully to show he's joking.]

I guess we will need to find food, too...

[cursedtolive]

There's probably a grocery shop. Can we get ice cream?

[foundafamily]

[He has to smile a little; it's such a little kid-ish request.]

Sure. We don't have a list or anything, so get what you want.

[It's small consolation for being trapped here, but it's what they can get.]

Just don't go too crazy.

[cursedtolive]

[He grins widely at the consent and quickens his step.]

I won't! What else are we gonna get, Firo?

[foundafamily]

I guess... bread, milk, eggs...

[The basics. And definitely booze, too, but that's not relevant to Czes.

He smiles and looks down at Czes as he tries to think of more fun items.]

Do you like cracker jack?

[cursedtolive]

Those? Sure! Those'll be good for breakfast when we don't really wanna cook, right?

The milk better be safe...

[foundafamily]

Right. And if anybody decides to start up a baseball game, we'll be ready to go!

[The cheery tone fades from his voice. Czes brings up a good point.]

...I guess we probably should find some way to check it. They might not let us totally off the hook that easily.

[cursedtolive]

I can smell it! If it's something in the milk, we can probably stir it with a straw or something, but in case they poison it or something we can check by smelling it.

We can try to be safe and just get OJ or something, too, though.

[foundafamily]

That's true... But be careful--and we'll both do it.

[He doesn't know if you can get poisoned by smelling, but he doesn't want Czes to be taking the risk alone.]

Yeah, that sounds good. And there should be water around here, too. We'll get by.

[cursedtolive]

You're not the one who can heal here, Firo. I don't want anything permanent happening to you.

[foundafamily]

[He runs his hand through his hair, thinking that over. Czes is right, of course, but a lack of immortality hasn't stopped him from drinking it before. Of course, that time there were hefty consequences for the household if nobody drank...]

I don't really want anything happenin' to you, either, even if it isn't permanent.

...We could get by without it.